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"Did you find it?"

With a flashlight, Dana checked behind the cash register of the dark nail salon. But, she wasn't there for the money. She searched through the tiny bottles of polish, yet to be put out. The brunette, with wavy hair just above her shoulders, began to get frustrated. She looked up to her friend, Christian, who leaned in the exit window on the flat roof. Dana shrugged in defeat.

"Check the hall," Christian hissed.

"Come down here and help me." Dana shot back.

Christian rolled her eyes, sighed. The Spanish girl combed a blonde strand behind her ear and climbed down inside the store. She fell to her feet just behind the cash register. "Do I have to show you everything?" She snatched the flashlight from Dana's hand.

Dana showed a sly smile while following behind her friend. They made their way down the white hallway, checking the line of doors: janitor's closet, linen closet, before arriving at the final one.

Christian twisted the knob but it wouldn't budge. "It's lockó"

Dana kicked the door open with her boot. It splintered around the lock. ...